Two Can Play (17 page)

I'm starting to get concerned.

About my little lies.

They're building up fast.

There's a hidden side to everything I do or say to her.

Apart from the sex and my rapidly growing feelings for her.

That is completely, one hundred percent honest.

I'm in a permanent state of lustful euphoria.

And I've never enjoyed a woman's company so much.

In
and
out of bed.

I was surprised at just how easy it was in the end.

In fact, as far as first fucks go, it was probably the best one I've ever had in my life.

And I've gotta be honest and say I've had a lot of those.

Even more wonderful than that, the second, third, and however many others we've had since, have been just beautiful.

In fact, everything's beautiful right now.

Especially the woman sitting before me. 

I feel myself harden again. Desire returning full blast. 

I can't believe I want more already? She's like a fucking drug that I'm hooked on.

My iPhone bleeps and I cast a glance.

It's Karen.

I focus my Kate blinded eyes and read her text.

Its up on YouTube, AAG private channel. Go see... SO, SO LOVE IT :)

I look across the table. My heart is pounding with excitement for her.

“I've got something to show you,” I say with a big smile.

“
What's that?” she asks, smiling back as she wipes the toast crumbs from her mouth with her finger.

I take her hand and kiss it.

“Just a sec.” I go and get my laptop from the coffee table and return. She watches as I turn it on, with a grin in her direction. I open Chrome and access the AAG Media private channel on YouTube. I load the new video up. Titled SM-1. I'm more than pumped as I see Shannon's image in the recording studio. Her long blonde hair is styled in big corkscrew curls, and she's wearing the perfect little outfit; black shorts, vest, and lime green converse trainers. The girl knows how to dress cute.

“
Let's get comfy, over there.” I cock my head toward the sofa and she follows me over. We snuggle down closely together.

“
I'm really intrigued. Who the hell is she?” she asks.

“
Meet Shannon Moore. She's a new signing of ours. A sixteen-year-old Venus. And I’ll tell you this, Kate, she's going to be huge.”

I press play, crank up the volume, and hold my breath. She turns and smiles at me as Shannon writhes her way around during the catchy intro. Then her whole body tenses against me as she launches into her song. I watch her mouth drop open and her eyes widen as the words hit her brain. Not a word leaves her lips until it's over and she turns to face me.

“How dare you take my song,” she says in a choked voice.

I start to think I've made a monumental mistake. I should have asked her first, discussed it.

“How could you do this?” she continues. “It was bad enough that you sneakily read my stuff at all, let alone use any of it without my permission.” Her voice disappears to a tiny squeak. She stands up and stares at me icily as I sit silently watching her, biting my lip. I thought she might have blown for a second or two and come around, but this cold anger is difficult to deal with. Then she huffs at me loudly and grabbing her keys, she leaves, slamming the door behind her.

I sit unmoving for a while. I'm not sure what to do about this. I'm so damn stupid. Of course she was gonna be angry. How would I feel?

I'm still sitting there a good while later when she comes back.

She stands leaning against the door, tears streaming down her face.

“I'm sorry,” I say in a pathetic voice. “I wanted to help you, with your dream, that's all.”

She walks up to me and holds out her hand and I take it.

“I know. But please don't ever do anything like that again. Promise me?”

“
Promise. And you're absolutely right to be angry with me. It was your song. I shouldn't have stolen it, for whatever reason. It wasn't on. I'm really sorry, Kate.” Her face is calmer. She seems more accepting. “But did you like what we did with it?” I dare to ask.

“
Of course, and Shannon's such a perfect fit for that style of song. But I'd have liked to have had more input, written some more verses. Those extra ones aren't up to my standard.” She smiles a tiny smile. “And Aaron, I'm sorry too. For storming off like that, and going into one.” She pauses and a tear trickles down her cheek. “No one has ever done anything as wonderful for me before, as the things you have. Ever. I can't tell you.”

I squeeze her hand. “Kate. Sweetheart...” I'm suddenly overwhelmed and my stomach squeezes tightly.

I unceremoniously dump the laptop on the floor and pull her down on top of me on the sofa, kissing her soaked face. 

“
Wanna beat me up some more here or in there, where there's more room?” I ask hopefully.

“
Wherever you want, baby...Wherever. You. Want,” she says slowly, every part of her sinking into me.

Kate seems to be very forgiving of my bad behavior. I'm not used to forgiving females. My mom and sisters crucify me for years over the tiniest misdemeanor
. I'm going to take advantage of this, show her how sorry I really am. And it's going to be a real pleasure to be able to make it up to her. More than a pleasure. Pure ecstasy.

I get up and lead her off to the princess suite. Sofas are so not my thing. I need a lot of space.

It looks like my making-up plans will have to wait because she's taking charge and I kinda like that. She tugs my jeans and boxers down my legs and kisses my stomach and hard-on in a frenzy, and then with a little push, she topples me backward onto the bed, pulling my things off. She crawls up the bed, alongside me like a stalking lioness about to go for the kill and I sigh with pleasure, offering myself up for her delicious bite. Her hair sweeps across my chest as she licks and nips her way around, all over. I watch entranced as she slips off her clothes and sits astride me, lowering herself down with an erotic tortured slowness that makes me burn up, all over.

I slide inside her warm, soft wetness with a low moan of satisfaction.

I could really get used to this. Every day and every night.

She kisses me for a long time as I'm buried deep inside her. Her muscles squeeze at my prick and I jerk inside her in response as our tongues swirl. Those wonderful little fingers roam through my hair, twirling it madly around and around and then her fingertips sweep around the back of my neck. Her nails gently scrape down me, making me shiver with dire need. The warmth of her lips trails down my chest and around my shoulders.

I love every touch and movement she makes.

I stroke her head as her mouth comes back to mine and she holds my face in her hands. Her hair hangs around our faces like a silky curtain as she starts to move.

I can't get over this. She simply stuns me.

And for someone who has been brutally raped and hasn't had sex for over a year, her recovery has been miraculous. I'd like to think that I'm the only thing inspiring her, and there's nothing more than me going on in her head. I want her to need and want me more than anything and anyone. But more than that, I want and need her to care.

She's found a way to get inside me, past my impenetrable defense barriers. She's brought out a caring side I didn't know I had. This is further than I've ever gone emotionally, with any woman, ever.

I'm heating up like a nuclear reactor as she holds my shoulders and rides me like a dream. My breathing is fast and loud as my hands are drawn to her breasts. I hold their smooth fullness in a state of rapture as she works us both to a wild fever really fast.

“Oh God,
I'm really feeling the hate here,” I joke with a gasp.

“
You should be. I'm putting a lot of hate into my thank you.” She widens her eyes at me quickly and dips to kiss my lips and then my nose.

“
Oh yeah?” I fling her over, on her back, and lean over her. “Well maybe I wanna thank
you
now. For writing down those dreams of yours. That was the start of all this, between us.”

“
Thank me then. Do some nice bad things to me.” She flips on her knees and offers up her sweet little ass. “I'm waiting.” She wiggles her hips at me.

She looks over her shoulder with a filthy look, which turns me on like crazy.

I ease into position behind her, prod her hard and whisper in her ear.

“
You're a real bad girl, Kate Denton, and don't I love it.”

A couple of hours later I wake up from an exhausted doze. The things we did bring an instant smile to my face. The way we fit together physically astounds me.

And for the first time ever, I feel involved with someone. Involved with, needed by, and wanting someone so much it hurts. I'm nervous and excited and want to go forward with it, to see where it leads, although at the same time my inner demon is protesting. It's telling me things about Kate that I really don't want to hear. Telling me she'll hurt me badly. Because she's a woman. That's what they do. Despite my concerns, I'm prepared to take a chance.

She's not in bed. I call out but there's no answer. I get up and go into the living room. A scribbled note sits on the table.

Gone out to buy some food - back soon xx

I text Karen with a “double thumbs up” and read my texts. I have another missed call from the lawyer. I try his number.

“Ah, caught you. It's Aaron Garcia.”

“
Yes, Ummm... I was going to call you in a couple of hours. Now is not a good time.”

“
Okay, but write this down.”

I give him the name of my New York lawyer and his address and number.

“Right, I have that. Thank you, sir.” He's being very strange with me. He is normally more friendly.

“
Is she there, now...?” I ask, suddenly catching on.

“
Yes, that is correct....”

“
Can I speak to her please?”

A moment passes and then my mother's voice arrives.

“Yes?” she says simply.

Don't I deserve a simple hello?

I force myself to be nice. It's difficult.

“
Hello, Mom. How are things?”

“
Don't try and get around me.”

“
Christ almighty, I was just saying hello.”

“
It was the tone in which you said it.”

I don't want to have a fight on a phone call. It won't help things.

“Can I see you before this legal business goes any further?” I ask.

“
I'm here for another hour with Signor Bassi. We're discussing your father's investments with the accountant.”

“
I'll be there in ten. And don't worry. It'll be a short one.” I get dressed in the best of my few T-shirts and rush out the door. I'm almost at the lawyer’s before I remember Kate.

I text her before I go in.

- Urgent meeting with mother

I fly up the stairs and enter the reception area. After waiting for a moment, I'm asked to go in.

“Mom.” I bend to kiss her cheek. I'm pulling out all the stops. I really don't want to go to court against my own mother.